After an endless cycle of snoring, Vincy opened his eyes which flashed with confusion. It was as if he was just from surviving an elemental tribulation. He groaned and tried to lift his body off the ground but he felt so fatigued and soreness flowed in his body like a cancerous infection.
He observed his surroundings and unsurprisingly, they had not changed given his recollection from before he had lost consciousness. He urged himself on and with all his might, he lifted himself off the ground. He tried to balance himself to keep himself standing but it seemed that even a toddler might have been better at that than him.
His mind kept on ringing as if reminding him that he was forgetting an important issue, it was if some information was temporarily sealed in his mind. All he remembered was that he walked himself to this cave....he couldn't recall any Piet!
It was at that time that a thought flashed in his mind; he had forgotten all about the Myriad School of Arts entrance exam. He wondered how foolish it had been of him to forget about such an important matter. As he rushed to go to the school, he did not notice that he was moving at inhuman speeds, it was too inconceivable for a person who had not cultivated before.
The entrance exam was never constant and it was always changing every time and so one could never expect to cheat his way through the institute. From the information Vincy had gathered, there was usually fighting magical beasts, obtaining rare treasures and even defeating other contestants. After joining the sect, there were criteria to be observed: disciple status, rank and role.
The Successor disciples had the highest position and they were even more respected than some of the elders; one has to know that the elders are equivalent to teachers in the academy! Most of these were expected to become influential members of the sect, even going as far as becoming the next sect leaders; sect hegemons. The Inner Court disciples were next to the successor disciples but the disparity between them was so huge, be it ion terms of authority, talent or resources provided by the sect.
The Outer sect disciples came next but they were also far below in terms of the authority, resources and talent they possessed. The sect students were the least graded in terms of everything. These were the people who passed the entrance exam while barely reaching the threshold for entering the sect. Their life in the sect was hell and overall insignificant.
As these thoughts passed through Vincy's head, he suddenly stopped. It was because of a magnificent gate that stood before him. The aura around it was so imposing and domineering, reminiscent of an ancient dragon. Vincy's blood was boiling, his heart was racing and palpitations covered his face. This gate was not to be messed with.
A large crowd was waiting at the gate just like him. They were all feeling a pressure pressing down on them. They tried to lift their heads and all they could see was an old man dressed as a hermit who had appeared out of thin air, obscurely!
"I am Elder Karl, welcome to the annual entrance test of, THE MYRIAD SCHOOL OF ARTS!!" the hermit vehemently said.